"This is so fucking weird, but I need the extra credit. So here I am alone in my bedroom with the infamous
"Human Jockstrap." No, I don't believe the story that it used to be a guy. I'm not sure what to think. The
general opinion is that the guy when he was human died, and somehow his soul became trapped in this jockstrap.
Someone may have done it to him. No body was found, so that suggests foul play. There's another theory. He
was a shared compression short. Guys don't like sharing jockstraps, but a jockstrap that's a compression
short is somehow different. One theory is that he was worn by so many guys that he somehow became embedded
with bits of them. This second theory is supported by the fact that he seems to be unconscious except when
being worn. So A the jockstrap is possessed with a human spirit, or B it's some sort of poltergeist animated
by the angst of teenage jocks. Either way it's an interesting subject for my Paranormal Studies class, and I
need to raise my GPA with the extra credit so I can stay on the team," the 20 year old football player said
into his iPhone which was in record mode. He cleared his throat, "Now to put him on and begin the interview."
You have already read a portion of the interview so far in the previous chapter. It continues below:
Q. So were you gay or straight before you became a jockstrap?
A. Why do you ask?
Q. Hey, did I hit a nerve?
A. Some of the guys in the past said that I became a jockstrap because I secretly wanted to wrap myself
around real men's junk. But I remember girls, lots of 'em.
Q. Yeah, I bet. Um, you've been worn by a lot of guys, what's the longest one guy wore you. I, mean, you
said you never have to be taken off and washed, so was it a week or month or year or more?
A. I'm not good at telling time now, but I remember Jerry Calliastro. He was superstitious, and wouldn't take
me off all season. I really liked that. I guess 3-6 months.
Q. Calliastro? He disappeared almost right after he took you off.
A. He did? How? Why? What happened?
Q. Just disappeared. Several college jocks that wore you have gone missing, and there are new jockstraps
claiming to be humans. Not all are compression shorts. Do you think you're contagious?
A. No, I can't be. I'm just a compression short with a built in athletic supporter. If you thought I was
contagious, why are you wearing me?
Q. Uh, well. Um, man, I can't think I'm so horny. I need to take a break.
Hey, I know this recording sounds like I'm talking to myself, but the compression short speaks through my
mind, so to transcribe it I have to sort of let it possess me to use my voice to repeat its thoughts. It's a
really weird feeling. Oh, and don't worry, I took the shorts off and put them in Rubbermade box. I'm sweating
like a pig too. Don't know if that's a side-effect of wearing those things, or of being horny. Maybe the
hornyness is the side effect. Maybe all the guys who wore it, jacked off in it. Calliastro almost certainly
did, if he wore it 3 months straight. People sort of took the jockstrap for granted until there started being
more of them, and the jocks who had worn it started disappearing. Were they really becoming jockstraps? I
don't think so, but maybe their souls were transmigrating into jockstraps after they committed suicide. I,
mean, another voice inside you, sort of controlling you, I could see a guy becoming suicidal after wearing
that thing for a while. Or maybe they're comatose somewhere and animating the other jockstraps like
poltergeists or maybe their so called disappearances are totally unrelated to the new jockstraps. Maybe guys
who wore this one are somehow sharing it with other jockstraps that they've worn since then. Oh, damn, I've
been sitting on the toilet this whole time jacking off, and I still cannot cum. Well, at least it's soft now.
A little precum leaking, I wonder how he'll react if I don't wipe it off.
The sound of air rushing into a tupperware container. Time to resume the interview.
Q. Hey, I'm back. Miss me? What was it like without me inside you?
The interviewer watches the wet spot expand over the fabric of his crotch, and quickly vanish.
A. Well, I guess you'd say it was like going to sleep, and waking up for breakfast.
Q. Whoa! Did you just shrink?
A. That's ridiculous, you know you grew. You're getting hard. It's okay, every guy who wears me does. It's
okay if you want to blow your load inside me. Guys call it christening me. Let me help.
Q. Hey, that's my hand you're moving. That's not possible. I must be moving it. you're just a jockstrap.
A. Right, I'm just a jockstrap, and you and I are moving it together. That's why guys like to wear me, and
why coaches want guys to wear me. I improve their game. I was quite a jock when I was human. I remember being
MVP, and winning trophies for different sports. Now that I'm a jockstrap, I support other guys in being the
best they can be.
Q. You were the best jock you could be? And now you're the best jock-strap? Heh, heh. Oh, I uh, oh....
Lots of moans, groans and cries of ecstasy for several minutes.
I cannot believe I let that thing take control of me. Best sex I ever had - alone I mean. I blew three loads
into that Spandex and cotton thing before I peeled him - it off. Just got back from the shower. I really
should have turned the recorder off sooner. Now I've got a lot of editing to do.
The towel wrapped jock picks up the jockstrap, and examines it.
Completely clean and dry. Amazing!
Maybe if I put him on this time and head down for a workout, scratch that. People will think I'm a weird guy
talking to myself. I know.
He goes to his closet and pulls out a pull up bar for the door, a pilates mat, and some hand weights. I'll do
a workout here. Well back to the interview and the extra credit.
The detective looked up from the computer and rubbed his eyes. He looked at his partner across the desk, and
said, "This missing jock is a total loon."
"Yeah, but you've heard the rumors about the haunted jockstrap before. And his teacher did give him
permission to "interview it." And he is missing, and so is his iPhone. Lucky for us, he had his webcam
recording everything."
"Lucky? I just had to watch this horny kid jack off while talking to himself. Forty Five minutes worth at
least. And how many more hours of recordings? 30, 50, 400?"
"Yeah, well, you get back to watching and let me know," said the man across the desk as he got up and headed
to the break room for coffee. He murmured to himself, "It's good to be the senior partner."